To Dongfang Mao's surprise, when he contacted Mr. Li, Mr. Li actually agreed directly.
[Okay, since they need that dish, their condition must be urgent. Give me an address and I'll go there.]
Dongfang Mao was a bit surprised when he saw the text message. How could Mr. Li have agreed so easily? Could it be that his family had recently entered into a new partnership with Mr. Li's group? Or was Mr. Li agreeing out of respect for him?
But when he thought about the memory of being hit on the hand by Master Li when he was learning cooking, he knew that his face should not be that great.
Then why did Mr. Li agree so easily?
Those who couldn't figure this out included Mr. Li's granddaughter and assistant.
"Mother-in-law, there are so many people asking you to make medicinal food, why did you agree to it? Do we owe the Dongfang family any favor?" Li Mingzhu, the granddaughter of Mr. Li, asked with a frown in confusion.
She doesn't like the way some people in the Oriental Group do things.
Li Baiying smiled slightly, "I didn't promise the Dongfang family. Mao came to me on behalf of someone else. I calculated that I should agree to this matter. You will go with me then."
After that, Dongfang Mao sent the address, and Li Baiying asked the assistant next to her to help prepare the ingredients and book the plane ticket.
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Dongfang Mao: [Mr. Li agreed and gave me an address.]
Mingyue: [Address: xxxxxx]
Dongfang Mao: [OK, Ms. Li said she will be there as soon as possible, probably tomorrow afternoon.]
Mingyue: [Thanks. I'll zip up my mouth.]
Putting down the phone, Mingyue raised her head and looked at the expectant eyes of the children beside her.
"Okay, Master Li said he'll be there tomorrow afternoon. Remember to tell the masters."
The nuns at the nunnery have gone to work in the fields and are not in the nunnery for the time being.
Mingyue didn't plan to disturb the other party, as the children would help pass the message anyway.
"That's great! Thank you, sister!"
"Master Yan is saved!"
The children all breathed a sigh of relief. The children in the nunnery were obviously more sensible than others, so they were worried after knowing that Master Yan was sick.
Mingyue waved her hand and said, "I'm going back first. I'll come back tomorrow afternoon."
"Ah, sister, do you want to stay here for dinner?" Redbird tried to persuade her to stay.
Mingyue shook her head. "Maybe next time. I have something to do."
"Okay, take care, sister."
Back in the car, Mingyue sighed.
"Man, aren't you happy?"
Bread jumped out of her hood, ran to the steering wheel and lay down, looking at Mingyue.
It placed its claws on Mingyue's forehead.
"Man, you can cry into a cat's broad chest."
Xiaoman also grabbed Mingyue's collar inexperiencedly, climbed onto her shoulders, and rubbed her with his furry head.
"I'm not sad."
This sentence sounded like a quibble, but she was not sad, she was just a little confused.
Mingyue organized her words: "I'm just not good at dealing with people who ask me for answers."
Xiaoman was puzzled: "Is there anyone Yueyue is not good at dealing with?"
"There are many. But I'm especially bad at dealing with those who are too obsessed with being right and having the right answer. If they ask you a question, you have to answer it. In other words, they have to find the answer they want."
"Isn't this good?"
"It's good to be persistent in pursuing what's right. I admire such people and I do my best not to become their enemies. But for me, there are no right answers to most questions. Wars and disputes happen to be started by those who think they are right."
Many people told Mingyue that she needed answers.
What kind of person do you want to be?
What color do you like?
What kind of food do you like?
What are your plans for the future?
What kind of wish do you want to realize?
She couldn't answer.
If you say you like them all, the next question is often which one you like best?
She couldn't understand why she had to choose the "best" one from a bunch of similar things.
But if you answer "I don't know", the other party will say that you should think about it carefully.
If someone closer to her asked this question, Mingyue would also refute it.
"Anyway, I'm strong, so it doesn't matter if I don't know the answer."
"No," the master said, "You may not know the answer, but you cannot live with an empty heart."
Later, Mingyue heard her master talking about her to others, "It is precisely because I have nothing that I am so strong. But because I have nothing, I cannot become stronger."
At that time, she squatted on the eaves, watching the dust dancing in the sunlight, and silently retorted in her heart, "No, I have a lot of things in my heart."
There are her grandmother’s dishes, the seasonings from her hometown, her mother’s hands, and various techniques taught to her by other chefs.
In short, whether to avoid answering questions or to find the answers, she hit the road and started traveling.
But after setting off, she had more and more questions.
Just after binding with Xiaoman, she had a dream.
Something in her dream asked her a mocking question.
"Then who are your kindred spirits?"
"Look at your talent. What is the root? What is the source?"
"And, what are you?"
The other party deliberately prolonged his tone, maliciously tempting Mingyue to think further.
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